| I’m Lord Jedi Waves at sixteen
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| Yo, Vinnie, blicky, I’m followed by tranquility
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| My gun cha cha slide like dance floors into sixteens
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| Shoot your Phantom doors off the hinges, I’m spiffy
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| Watch the wave rip, four pound tips
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| My bitch wears strawberry mystics
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| Got double cups for you thirsty niggas, the winners
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| Onslaught, we the Autobots, fuck with us
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| I been fucking these rap niggas' bitches
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| Invictus, Ernest Henley
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| Thank whatever gods may be
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| head, step you gator meat on my feet
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| I embody all the fly shit you wanna be
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| Ask about me, skyhouse me
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| I fucked all the dope boy bitches on my balcony
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| Turn your bitch to a wave slave, Lord Wavey
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| Arm, leg, leg, arm, a bobsled
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| Cool runners, these old hoes, they give the bomb head
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| Barkin' up the wrong tree, parkin' on the wrong street
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| Get your shit, split your wig, lift him up five feet
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| Blow the weed, control the V, cops behind us
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| Must I remind him? |
| The whip be like four hundred horses
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| The meal be like eight courses, black on black forces
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| Fuck the leaky faucet, torch it
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| Water torture, I’m charged with slaughter with it
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| And don’t fear, I must be acquitted, invoke the spirits
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| Pen this shit in hieroglyphics, vague specifics
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| Over there on the Pacific, let’s get it
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| I hit the brakes, the ground was covered in ice
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| Body smother, demise, head covered in lice
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| Yikes, this shit’s disgusting, I know
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| Daily News, Newsday, Huffington Post
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| When the bulldog bark, pa, everybody cower
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| Discretion is the better part of valor
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| Drunk from the power, drunk from the Amaretto Sour
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| Son got splashed like a shower
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| Listen, I’m telling you I’m the shit
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| The Larry Hughes three time felon of this shit
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| I bust this motherfucker in the melon with the grip
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| The of the Nuwaubian is a gift
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| I splash son, I ain’t even know his government
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| The two Glocks twins like Doublemint
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| Y’all on some other shit, all of it’s trash, I like none of it
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| Iraq through y’all masters for the fuck of it
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| Y’all on some sucker shit, talking to the feds
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| He singing like Mariah with that warrant on his head
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| This dirt bag swine live in squalor
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| It made all the gunmen holler |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moroccan Jewels, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song The Cornerstone of the Corner Store, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп